Dear you, it's okay to try again.

I know you’re tired. I know the weight of trying and failing feels too heavy that you may think that it is unbearable.

I didn’t know what failure really felt like until I sat for an exam that I failed and failed again. Each time, it broke something in me a little more. I started to believe that I was suddenly became dumb. That maybe I wasn’t good enough after all.

But here’s the truth; failure didn’t mean I wasn’t smart. It didn’t mean I wasn’t capable. It just meant I was human.

I didn’t give up. Even when it hurt. Even when doubt screamed louder than hope. Studying when you have it deep down in your head that you might fail again is very difficult . But doubt has killed more dreams than failure has ever done but I showed up again and again and again. And eventually, I passed.

Failure is not the end of your story rather it's just a messy, necessary part of becoming who you're meant to be.

I remember when I was such a bad hairdresser or in fact, anything that had to deal with using my hands to create something. My friends would tell me to keep trying and would even offer their head for me to practice , knowing that I might hurt them unintentionally. I wanted to prove to myself that I could create something beautiful with my hands. So I did it over and over. I practiced for years, until I was able to make the most beautiful craft I could ever have imagined. Would you believe if I tell you that people ask me to voluntarily make their hair now. 5 years ago, I would not have believed it was possible but I never gave up.

The worst that can happen is that you fail. But would you rather live your life with regrets and what-ifs, or would you rather try and know that at least you gave it your best? You tried one way; there are a million other ways to achieve it.

Just start. I’m cheering for you.

Love,

Sonia